Imagine you’re riding the busy metro. It’s rush hour and you’re coming home from school and shopping. Your hands are full of groceries for your family’s dinner tonight, so you lean against the wall for support.

You start to doze off but the train comes to an abrupt stop and suddenly you’re being propelled foreword. You close your eyes, expecting impact but you never feel it. You open your eyes and an attractive stranger has caught you. “Are you okay?” He asks, his deep voice like a lovely hum. You nod and he helps you stand upright. 

“You shouldn’t carry so much.” He warns. You find your voice, “Thank you for your concern.” You and he talk all the way to your stop which happens to be the same stop as his. He looks around, confused. “Do you need help finding your way?” You ask. He shakes his head no. “I was wondering how I could ask for your number.” He says. You laugh and hand over your number.

Today was the start of something beautiful. 

Imagine you’ve just been watching Ji Yong sing his new single. He comes out of the booth and straight to the computer. He replays the recording over and over, each time getting more frustrated.

You walk over to the computer and turn the screen off. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He yells jumping out of his seat. “You need to rest more Ji Yong.” You say. “I’LL DO WHAT I NEED TO WHEN I NEED TO!! AND RIGHT NOW I NEED TO WORK!!” He yells. “You’re over working, just listen. I need you to rest.” You try to reason. “SHUT UP!” He screams. His hand raises and makes impact on your cheek. 

You raise your hand to your cheek and it’s swelling up. Ji Yong is still fuming but his face lightens when he sees your tears brimming. He looks at his hand, seemingly shocked. “I….I didn’t-“ ”You did. I just hope you realize that your son needs his father there, when he’s born.” You say walking out of the room. 

As soon as you close the door behind you, you run out of the YG building. You dash to the parking lot and lean on your car to catch your breath. “Don’t worry baby. Mama’s fine, and he didn’t mean it. He’s just… I don’t know.” You say talking to your stomach. 

You really feel the urge to light up a cigarette, and before you know it you’re puffing smoke automatically. “I’m sorry baby. Mama just needs to calm down. I’m almost done.” You say. Just a few more puffs. 

“YOU’LL KILL IT!” Ji Yong yells running towards you. He snatches the cigarette from your fingers and throws it to the ground. “I needed that.” You sigh. “YOU DON’T NEED ANYTHING!! You don’t, nothing but the baby and me.” He says, calming down. “Well, I don’t know if I still have you.” You say. Ji Yong hugs you. “I’m sorry. I’ll never leave you. Never.” He whispers into your ear. 

Imagine you’ve been locked up in your room for your whole life. Your story is a tragic one of child abuse. The only sun you’ve seen is when the door opens for the tall people. Why, just yesterday, they came in to clean you. As they do once every three months.

Suddenly you hear bangs and shouts, louder than normal. Footsteps draw closer and you huddle towards the wall, hoping that the tall woman isn’t going to hit you again. You touch the bruise on your check that she left last time. You hear voices and suddenly the door is broken open. A tall man you’ve never seen before walks in. His hair looks so spiky! He approaches you and extends his hand. You try to disappear into the wall. As he kneels down you quickly glance at him. His smile is so beautiful! Unlike any you’ve ever seen before. 

“Don’t worry. You’re safe now.” He says. You jump into his arms and you know you’re more safe than ever.

Imagine you’ve just left the grocery market and are headed home. You take your normal short cut through the alley. It doesn’t matter that it’s night, you’ve been going this way since forever. 

But of course tonight there HAS to be a gang waiting for you and they just HAVE to give you a tough time. You hope they just call and shout but OF COURSE NOT! They have to get physical. One of the boys has you up against a wall and the others are closing in.

“Such pretty lips. They’d would be better swollen though.” The leader sneers. “So would your eye.” You threaten. “Bitch you think you could get a punch in on me?!” He laughs. “I can try.” You say. “Let’s see that spunk in action.” One of the boys say. The leader is way too strong and you know it. So you don’t even try to fight. You close your eyes and hope nothing too bad happens.  

Just as the you feel the leader’s breath on your face, you hear a motorcycle’s engine roaring the down the alley. “WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?!” You hear a deep voice yell. “Don’t bug us. It’s none of your business.” They yell. “Don’t bother that girl.” The motorcycle man says. “And you’re going to stop us?” They laugh. You hear people yelling. Then you open your eyes and all the boys have backed away from you. They’re standing up against the wall, wincing. You notice the leader’s eye is swelling up. 

You look at the guy on the motorcycle. “Get on.” He says. “But-” “Just do it!” He demands, annoyed. You jump on and he drives out of the alley. For the rest of the ride you’re completely intoxicated in the moment. As you near the end, he asks for directions to your home and you direct him. He lets you off outside your building. You thank him and get off the motorcycle.

You start to walk towards the door when he grabs your hand. “I’d like to see you again, if that’s alright with you.” He says, taking off his helmet for the first time that night. You finally see his face, and he’s like a prince. “Oh, I’d love to see you.” You say. “I’ll make sure we see each other again, but now I have to leave.” He says. You feel a pain in your heart and that’s when you know, you’ve fallen in love.

“Do not forget me.” You say, handing him your lucky necklace. He picks you up and twirls you around. He sets you on the ground and takes off his ring. “Oh, I’ll never forget you. Never.” He says sliding it on your finger. “Never never.” You whisper to yourself. He gives you a quick peck on the cheek and jumps on his motorcycle. 

“I know you’ll come again.” 

Imagine that you’ve been horribly disfigured in an awful car accident. It has left your face completely unrecognizable and bandaged up. You feel like you are no longer beautiful and that life is not worth it anymore. You also feel that no one will ever love you because you have no face.

As you continue to look at your mummy-like face in the hand held mirror, Doctor Seungri Lee walks in with a clipboard and looking dashing as ever. You have never so self-conscious in your life and you wish you didn’t look like a Halloween costume. You turn away from him hoping that he won’t sense your unease and low self-esteem.

Doctor Seungri Lee must have sensed your ill feelings because he walks towards you and reaches out with his hand. He tips your chin towards him and he looks you straight in the eye and says, “You are beautiful even if you don’t believe so right now. I see the way you are always so nice to the nurses and you hold doors open for less able patients. Your inner radiance shines through.

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Imagine that you’re on an online dating site. There are no good men out there and you had almost given up on the male species altogether before your friend met a man online who ended being her soulmate and they are now planning for a December 3 wedding because the internet forecasted that date to have a fresh blanket of snow with a temperature of just 6 degrees celsicus. Never mind that it is May and a wonky Internet meme predicted this.

As you go through the endless pages of skeezy, old, creepy looking men (most are looking for young, Asian girl to spoil and treat like a two year old because they have odd fetishes). As you decline a message from HotCoolNoMotherIssuesAtAll435, you see a chat invite from a decent looking guy nicknamed ShyHufflepuff023. You click on his profile and read his short biography. His short blurb says he would like to find someone to cuddle and spoon with for the upcoming cold months. He would like a fall/winter girlfriend because he enjoys pumpkin spice lattes, walks through gold coloured trees in the park, and wearing flannel pyjamas with matching shirts.

You look at his picture and think he is absolutely adorable. With his faux mohawk hair, and small tiny eyes and perfect teeth (you are willing to overlook the slightly small height difference). You believe that you and him could potentially make beautiful children. Forty five, at least.

Your mouse moves to accept the chat invite.

ShyHuffpleuff023 says: Hello SlytheringHeadGirl03 :)

You smile and you think that maybe you and ShyHufflepuff023 could really start something magical together and go beyond being a fall/winter couple.

Imagine that you’ve just been sorted at Hogwarts and you’ve been placed in Hufflepuff. You’re slightly disappointed as you drag your feet over to the cheering table because you are well aware of Hufflepuff’s reputation as a bunch “o’ duffers”.

As you take your seat, you feel a strong hand pat your shoulder gently and you look up into the kind, smiling face of the Hufflepuff Prefect Dong Tae Yang.

You realize, that maybe Hufflepuff isn’t all that bad.